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2eef297
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When it came down to it, one of them called the shots. The other did what he was told. The question is, what if the other is a lot more than one?
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I bet that guy was as obsessed with Sarah as I am with this other girl, and I bet he promised himself never to hurt her, just like I've been doin' - and look what he's done to her. He's left her a crumpled mess, lyin' on her bed all the time.
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obsessed
promised
mess
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Markus Zusak |
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22ad072
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Well, this is basically the end, so the answers should be in these next few pages. I doubt they will surprise you, but you never know. I don't know how smart or thick you are. You could be Albert Einstein for all I know, or some literary prizewinner, or maybe you're just middle of the road like me.
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answers
middle-of-the-road
pages
smart
end
know
surprise
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9cf7ae8
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Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see this graze inside me? Do you see it before your very eyes, eroding me? I don't want to hope for anything more.
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Markus Zusak |
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18cbca9
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Who was there to soothe him as life's rug was snatched from under his sleeping feet?
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Markus Zusak |
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3a722f3
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It's the sound of my breathing that gets me, pouring down into my lungs and then tripping back up my throat.
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Markus Zusak |
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62dc212
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She was still clutching the book. She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life.
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words
reading
death
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Markus Zusak |
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d707fd9
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Sometimes I imagined how everything looked above those clouds, knowing without question that the sun was blond, and the endless atmosphere was a giant blue eye
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83241cd
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How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl."
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Markus Zusak |
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17a0d1c
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Say something enough times and you never forget it.
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df499dc
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There were heavy beams - planks of sun - falling randomly, wonderfully, onto the road. Clouds arched their backs to lok behind as they started again to move on. 'It's such a beautiful day,' he said, and his voice was in many pieces. A great day to die. A great day to die, like this.
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the-book-thief
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Markus Zusak |
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540d80b
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I only know it would have been nice to be making love instead of attempting murder.
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Markus Zusak |
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af51130
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People observe the colours of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colours.
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Markus Zusak |
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5d2479b
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He's been to the brink and come back. I guess when you lose your pride, even for just a moment, you realise how much it means to you.
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come-back
lose-your-pride
realise
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e35c97e
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Late in February, she stood on Munich Street and watched a single giant cloud come over the hills like a white monster. It climbed the mountains. The sun was eclipsed, and in its place, a white beast with a gray heart watched the town.
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a581016
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Yet each day, he managed to unravel and straighten himself, disgusted and thankful. Wrecked, but somehow not torn into pieces.
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Markus Zusak |
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ba93676
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There was an itchy lung for a last cigarette and an immense, magnetic pull toward the basement, for the girl who was his daughter and was writing a book down there he hoped to read one day. Liesel. His soul whispered it as I carried him. But there was no Liesel in that house. Not for me, anyway.
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b29164e
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A bathrobe answered the door. Inside it, a woman...
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Markus Zusak |
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a8b1caf
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Podria presentarme como es debido pero, la verdad, no es necesario. Pronto me conoceras bien, todo depende de una compleja combinacion de variables. Por ahora basta con decir que, tarde o temprano, aparecere ante ti con la mayor cordialidad. Tomare tu alma en mis manos, un color se posara sobre mi hombro y te llevare conmigo con suma delicadeza.
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la-muerte
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Markus Zusak |
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4055b89
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There were reasons to leave, and reasons to stay, and all of it was the same.
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Markus Zusak |
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4cb4722
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It feels like the mornings clap their hands. To make me wake.
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mornings
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Markus Zusak |
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5858a3d
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Some of you are most likely thinking that white is not really a colour and all of that tired sort of nonsense. Well, I'm here to tell you that it is. White is without question a colour, and personally, I don't think you want to argue with me.
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Markus Zusak |
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7a6279e
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He was hanging from one of the rafters in a laundry up near Frau Diller's. Another human pendulum. Another clock, stopped.
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Markus Zusak |
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40fc0e1
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But you'll come and get me if he wakes up, won't you? Just make something up. Scream out like I've done something wrong. Start swearing at me. Everyone will believe it, don't worry.
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Markus Zusak |
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4a82c52
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I loved you already then.
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Markus Zusak |
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9a68f3d
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Por encima de todo, la ladrona de libros ansiaba volver al sotano a escribir o leer su historia una vez mas. Ahora que lo pienso, sin duda se le veia en la cara. Se moria de ganas de reencontrar esa seguridad, ese hogar, pero era incapaz de moverse. Ademas, el sotano ya no existia. Era parte del paisaje desvastado.
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d3e7338
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AN OBSERVATION*** A pair of train guards. A pair of grave diggers. When it came down to it, one of them called the shots. The other did what he was told. The question is, what if the 'other' is a lot more than one?
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Markus Zusak |
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3947fee
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Papa!" she whispered. "I have no eyes!" He patted the girl's hair. She'd fallen into his trap. "With a smile like that," Hans Hubermann said, "you don't need eyes."
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Markus Zusak |
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1185fc7
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Como no va a gustarle a alguien un hombre que no solo se fija en los colores, sino que ademas los comenta.
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Markus Zusak |
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dd93889
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He switched off the light, came back and sat in the chair. In the darkness, Liesel kept her eyes open. She was watching the words.
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learning
love
learning-to-read
literacy
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Markus Zusak |
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ac757a0
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I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out." --
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Markus Zusak |
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843b508
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His eyes were cold and brown -- like coffee stains...
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Markus Zusak |
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0a23cf9
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I see myself beneath her. Being taken and made love to. I feel her. I know her. Taste her champagne mouth. Ignore the ugly teeth. Just shut my eyes and taste her.
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Markus Zusak |
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96f2adc
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In a way, it was destiny.
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Markus Zusak |
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5400eb8
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They're brainless girls, otherwise they wouldn't be seen dead here. They're pretty, with ugly, appealing smiles and conversations we can't hear. They breathe smoke and blow it out, and words drop from their mouths and get crushed to the floor. Or they get discarded, just to glow with warmth for a moment, for someone else to tread on later.
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words
discarded
mouths
smoke
smiles
girls
pretty
conversations
ugly
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Markus Zusak |
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bd8d0bb
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At first, he only continues walking. Only when I look down on our feet do I realize that we're actually going nowhere. It's the world that moves - the streets, the air, and the dark patches of inner sky.
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Markus Zusak |
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db0e92f
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And when we finally stood up and turned to face the world, I could feel something climbing through me. I could feel it on its hands and knees inside me, rising up, rising up - and I smiled. I smiled, thinking, The hunger, because I knew it all too well. The hunger. The desire. Then, slowly, as we walked on, I felt the beauty of it, and I could taste it, like words inside my mouth.
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words
feel
mouth
taste
hunger
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Markus Zusak |
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e7bb861
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the journey continued like had happened.
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Markus Zusak |
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244cd9e
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When I'm there, Rube's eyes fire into mine. Make sure you get up, they tell me, and I nod, then jump up. The jacket's off. My skin's warm. My wolfish hair sticks up as always, nice and thick. I'm ready now. I'm ready to keep standing up, no matter what, I'm ready to believe that I welcome the pain and that I want it so much that I will look for it. I will seek it out. I'll run to it and throw myself into it. I'll stand in front of it in bli..
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Markus Zusak |
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ef92967
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Se estaba despidiendo y ni siquiera lo sabia.
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Markus Zusak |
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a2ab22a
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The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red.
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Markus Zusak |
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3303534
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I'm afraid, of falling asleep again.
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Markus Zusak |
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9437bee
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The juggling comes to an end now, but the struggling does not. I have Liesel Meminger in one hand, Max Vandenburg in the other. Soon I will clap them together. Just give me a few pages.
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Markus Zusak |
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d6565cc
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Not a beauty queen. Not one of those. You know the ones. She was real.
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real
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Markus Zusak |